THE KISS

Mystical and enchanted was the warmth of your lips on that cold December evening.

I saw you in the crowded room; you danced the night away, as I watched from a distance, the fog intense and the music pumping.

My hands numb; my heart racing, as you drew closer, smiled and walked in the other direction.

You, there with your friends, and me among mine; I want you closer as the end reaches its climax. I turned to leave when a tap on the shoulder I feel.

You asked, I provided, and so this was the first kiss.

Mystical and enchanted was the warmth of your lips on that cold December night.